The little sick cat of the rich and powerful

Chapter 55 Five Cats
On the morning of New Year's Eve, there was a layer of mist. The weather was not very good, and it looked like it was going to snow.Although notices that no firecrackers are allowed to be set off are posted everywhere in the urban area, the sound of sparse firecrackers can still be faintly heard.

Jing Nuo wakes up early, although she is still sleepy, but probably because of the New Year, her spirits are a little high, and she doesn't want to sleep anymore.

She hung the small lamp building on the balcony, and found tape to paste the blessing characters and couplets.

"Spring is a peaceful and happy year, and the lanterns shine brightly on the gate of peace."

It is a pair of handwritten Spring Festival couplets, with full fonts and ups and downs, but not rigid, with a bit of willfulness in it.

This was written by a gray-haired old man on the street. Jing Nuo couldn't tell his age, but his skin was as dry as an old tree, and the wrinkles as deep as ravines all showed the traces of time.

Seeing that many familiar people came to ask for calligraphy, and he wrote very well, Jing Nuo also followed to join in the fun.

What's strange is that when Jing Nuo was squatting there to choose characters, the old man stared at her carefully for a while, and then he didn't let her take the money. Jing Nuo insisted on giving it, but the old man insisted on not accepting it. The uncle put two big bags of nuts, and ran away for fear of being rejected. He didn't dare to stop until he went far away, turned his head and waved his hands.

Although there is only one person, Jing Nuo will still insist on spending a new year with a sense of ritual.

Wen Shiliu made a video call to her, and the two of them chatted for a long time, until Jing Nuo heard the voice calling her over there, then hung up the phone stickily.

What was broadcast on TV were also special programs for the Spring Festival. For some reason, she tuned all the channels one by one in anticipation and irritability. This time, she did not see any topics of Ren Yaoyao or Li Yuchen. Failed, she was a little disappointed, and relieved again.

Jing Nuo felt that he was a complete contradiction, so he laughed at himself silently.

According to the customs of traditional festivals, she found a cute plate to hold melon seeds, peanuts and other melons and fruits, placed them grandly on the coffee table, and cleaned the floor diligently, and then went to the kitchen to put away the things that will be used in the evening. The material is handled simply.

Even if one person eats, the New Year's Eve dinner should be very rich.

Jing Nuo marinated a sea bass to be steamed at night. She had asked the owner of the seafood shop to take care of the fish. She copied the steps of making the steamed sea bass and posted it on the refrigerator.

Then there is chicken. She bought a piece of chicken breast, boiled it in clear water, put it in a bowl and sealed it with plastic wrap, and prepared to make shredded chicken in sesame salad.

There is also a small portion of pork chops, which Jing Nuo wants to use to make sweet and sour pork ribs. First, he boiled the pork ribs and put them in a large bowl, and then posted the cooking steps that Banban was copying next to the steamed sea bass.

In fact, these three dishes were enough for Jing Nuo to eat by himself, but because there were no green vegetables, he disassembled half of the broccoli and blanched it together, and then fried the garlic-flavored broccoli at night.

The meaning of the four dishes is not good, Jing Nuo thought about it for a long time, and he insisted on adding a fruit salad and a snack platter, making up enough of the auspicious number "Six Six Dashun".

The New Year's Eve dinner is the last dish of the old year, so the first dish of the new year is naturally very important.

When the clock strikes zero o'clock, it is time to cook dumplings and eat vegetarian bean curd stuffing, which means that there will be good luck in the new year.

Jing Nuo never knew there was such a meal before, and her New Year's Eve dinner was not eaten on New Year's Eve, but after getting up in the morning of the first day of junior high school, the leftovers would be given to her.

Moreover, she had to get up early in the morning on the first day of the new year so that she could get the food before she was sent down, so she never stayed up on New Year's Eve. She always went to bed early, so naturally she didn't know that she had to eat dumplings at midnight.

Later, I still met Wen Shiliu, and she told Jing Nuo when the first Chinese New Year was about to be celebrated.

So Jing Nuo also made a tofu stuffing as a backup, waiting to make dumplings at night.

After all the busy work, Jing Nuo went to sleep first, otherwise she would be yawning before midnight.

This sleep lasted for more than three hours, and when he woke up, it was already dusk. Jing Nuo was stunned for a long time before he remembered what he was going to do.

She slept on the sofa, the TV was not turned off, and the sound was low. She probably adjusted it by herself in a drowsy sleep, and the remote control fell on the carpet.

Now some instant interviews at the Spring Festival train station are being played. Jing Nuo leaned on the sofa and watched for a while, and suddenly decided not to stay here again during the Spring Festival next year, but to go out and have fun, wherever he goes, to feel the atmosphere of other people’s New Year’s Eve .

While cooking, Jing Nuo steamed a little rice, fearing that he would not be able to eat the dumplings, so he was very restrained, and filled a fist-sized ball in a small bowl.

Before eating, he had to take a photo, Jing Nuo remembered to look for his phone.Like a headless fly, I wandered around in each room for a few times but couldn't find it. At this time, the Spring Festival Gala was about to start, and Jing Nuo sat down dejectedly. When she was about to eat directly like this, she inadvertently raised her chopsticks and found her mobile phone on the coffee table. corner.

Jing Nuo paused, and twitched the corners of her mouth: She swears that she must have looked for the coffee table carefully just now, it really wasn't there!

Only when she opened the page did she find that Wen Shiliu had sent her a lot of messages, including pictures of cooking in the kitchen, complaining about her mother's suspicion that she was not in a relationship, and... more than a dozen messages a day, because Jing Nuo didn't use her phone, so Did not see.

The last one was after five o'clock, and a photo of the New Year's Eve dinner was sent.

It happened to be full of ten dishes.

The Wen family's New Year's Eve dinners are all made by themselves, and the ingredients are not bad, but the presentation may not be.Except for her usual special dishes, Mama Wen is not very good at other dishes, and it all depends on the feel of her hand.

For example, under the New Year's Eve dinner, there is a line of Wen Shiliu's complaint: "My mother made a stewed elbow this year, and it was bitter when I was speechless."

Jing Nuo flipped through the record several times, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, he stood up and took a picture of his New Year's Eve dinner and sent it, saying, "Look, I made it myself."

Wen Shiliu didn't reply, she should be doing something else.

Jing Nuo eats slowly, feeling that the Spring Festival Gala is extremely boring. The Spring Festival Gala is full of new generation traffic stars, singing and dancing, and even her favorite sketch shows are new faces. Jing Nuo doesn’t care about these at all, she hardly pays attention to entertainment News, so I don't know these people at all, and it even feels like they all look the same.

Looking at it, Jing Nuo made himself sleepy before the meal was finished, and just in time for another singing and dancing show, Jing Nuo ate with his eyes closed, feeding a spoonful of rice to the tip of his nose in a daze.

She opened her eyes blankly, thinking to herself, she couldn't see it, so she really couldn't find the position of her mouth.

She always thought that eating was an instinctive muscle movement, but it turned out not to be.

But you can't see where your mouth is when you eat with your eyes open, so why can you eat it in your mouth?

Jing Nuo yawned puzzled.

(End of this chapter)